Just another Place, just another day
turn to the right, no time left to stay.
Just another time, just another hour
even things look too close never were that far.
Different people, plenty names,
Different stories, silly games,
Different rooms and different Mans,
Small talk and some polite lies,
Many drinks and lonely nights,
Different faults and different rights,
Different streets and short time friends,
Hi’s, Good Bye’s and shaking hands,
Just another loss and just another gain,
This is transit only, take the fast track lane.
polite lies....its is necessary..to escape...naive believers.. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
just another day..right and you penned it that easy...thanks for sharing.